Don't know what it is about Murphy

I don’t know what it is about Murphy,

He’s a delivery man, but never on time.

He’s got a good truck, his meats mighty fine,

He’s up early, and that makes it hardest,

Last time he came, that lasted the longest.

He comes in the store, flickin’ the chicken,

I said, “Stop, no more, I like meat.”

Knob gobble him I will,

Cough, gag, choke, I’ll get my fill.

He’s a delivery man, got a good truck,

Comes in the store flicking the chicken,

That makes it the hardest.

Take him around the corner, it’s good to luck,

Truck truck.

He’s got the meat truck, bobbing for hot dogs,

Sausage in hand.

I take him around the corner, it’s good to luck,

Truck truck luck.

He’s got meat, and he’s going to give it to somebody,

But Murph, here I am, I want your treat,

Meat treat.

He’s a delivery man, got a good truck,

Comes in the store flicking the chicken,

That makes it the hardest.

Take him around the corner, it’s good to luck,

Truck truck.

We get in his truck, and we truck truck truck truck,

We truck all night long.

He had a load, a load from his kielbasa.

He got a Lewinsky, hit my dress,

In my eye, what a mess.

Off he goes, back on the road,

No more bone popping from that disco stick.